Fiction: The flight (El vuelo) [EN/ES]
The flight
The sun caresses my face, the candor of the sun's rays welcomes a new day. My eyelids move in rapid movements, trying to lubricate the eyeballs and focusing on the images of the landscape that have accompanied me for as long as I can remember.
I stick my head out of the house and the breeze passes fleetingly caressing my skin, I enjoy the feeling of freshness that seeps through every pore. The morning is a new experience in my early life.
I am waiting for my mother to arrive with the desired food, my stomach growls with anguished ferocity. The home feels empty without the warmth of my beloved mother, she has been out since early morning and I still do not see her shadow on the blue ceiling of the firmament.
I look around and see my siblings get up one by one, the lethargy of dawn showing on their graceful faces. They look at me and one of them approaches me.
"Where's mom?" he asks as he tries to regain his sense of reality.
"I don't know, I barely wake up and look to the horizon hoping to see her silhouette." A hint of sadness peeks through my words.
While we are in that dialogue the others approach us asking the same question. "Where is mom?"
Our older brother tries to calm the situation by taking the floor. "Calm down, calm down, brothers. Our mother will soon return, we must wait and not get impatient."
"And if she has left us, how do you assure us that she will return?" My exasperated younger brother shouts, spreading his impatience to the others.
A real revolution is about to break out, the little voices continue to resound throughout the home, they become annoying and increasingly sharp, some jump up and down, and others run around asking for Mom's return.
I once again look up and look at the horizon in a constant plea, while my brothers do nothing but scream, the desperate sounds flood the home and there is no one to bring order to this little discussion.
My older brother once again takes the floor, "Brothers, brothers, enough, we must calm down, our mother is about to arrive and we must keep order or we will be punished."
For a moment the home is enveloped in a tense calm. Glances cross each other's eyes, perhaps waiting for just a tiny sound to break the imposed harmony. After a few minutes, I see a rapidly approaching silhouette on the horizon, coming so fast that it seems to cut the sunlight.
I recognize the red plume, it is my mother, the expected one. My heart beats faster than usual, my eyes open to the maximum of their sockets and then I sketch some words that stir the heart. "It's our mother and she's flying in at full speed."
The words catch my siblings' ears and euphoria takes over the home, everyone shouts tirelessly, hoping to be heard by the mother who is just a few feet away from the home. I stand next to my siblings, joining the chorus of loving supplications for the arrival of the most beloved.
My dear mother arrives with the food I have been looking for so hard. She beckons us to open our beaks and feeds us as only she knows how, we all jump with excitement and are ecstatic to the brink of exhaustion. The house is quiet for a few hours and our dear mother rests with us.
The days go by without much trouble, I always watch for the return of our mother in the same place and with the same emotion. Today my siblings and I have been born for many days, and most of us have become strong and very healthy. The house is getting smaller and smaller, but I don't worry, Mom will solve the problem.
She is next to us and starts acting strange, she pushes my older brother out of the house, and we all shout, "Don't do it, Mommy!"
She ignores and continues to push my brother who tries to hold on with all his might to the home, we surround our mom to get her to leave big brother, she is too strong and pushes my brother out.
My heart stops for a moment and a terrible fear starts to run through my body. I don't know what could have happened to my loving mother, then she approaches another one of my brothers, and she pushes him as well as the older one, he begs and clings to our mother, but suffers the same end as my older brother.
There are two of us left and we start running around the home screaming, tears flowing uncontrollably, we did not understand what drove my mother to throw my brothers out of the home. After a while my other brother falls out of the home and only I am left.
I saw my mother approaching and I have begged her not to do it. My glassy eyes see terror, then she pushes me with all her strength, I have perplexed and just look at those eyes of my mother that now produce terror in me, an unimaginable terror, I try to hold on to the home, but her strength is greater.
I surrendered to my destiny and gave her a soft caress as a farewell. I fall into the abyss and look at everything blurred, tears come out of my eyes, but in that instant something forces me to open my wings and float. The air moves from between my feathers and takes me to that wonderful blue firmament.
A great sense of joy and indescribable feelings flow through my body on my first flight. I fly through the air like a true professional and the clouds brush against every part of my winged body, I feel light and wonderful, "I am the king of the world!"
Then I see my brothers frolicking in the air, they are happy, they call me and I go to meet them, together again like the first day. We spend a long time fluttering in the clouds until my mother calls us. "Come back my children, it's time to eat."
We return to the nest, understanding what our mother taught us in that crucial moment of our life, she has prepared us to leave home and fly very high. We all hug her and tell her, "We love you, Mommy."
The end
El vuelo
El sol acaricia mi cara, el candor de los rayos solares dan la bienvenida a un nuevo día. Mis párpados se mueven en rápidos movimientos, tratando de lubricar los globos oculares y enfocando las imágenes del paisaje que me acompañan desde que tengo recuerdo.
Saco mi cabeza fuera del hogar y la brisa pasa fugaz acariciando mi piel, disfruto la sensación de frescura que se filtra por cada poro. La mañana es una nueva experiencia en mi temprana vida.
Estoy esperando a mi madre que llegue con el alimento deseado, mi estómago gruñe con ferocidad angustiante. El hogar se siente vacío sin el calor de mi amada madre, ha salido desde temprano y aun no veo su sombra en el techo azul del firmamento.
Miro a mi alrededor y veo a mis hermanos levantarse de uno en uno, el letargo del amanecer se nota en sus graciosos rostros. Me miran y uno de ellos se acerca a mí.
«¿Dónde está mamá?» pregunta mientras trata de recuperar su sentido de realidad.
«No lo sé, a penas despierto y miro hacia el horizonte esperando ver su silueta». Un dejo de tristeza se asoma por entre mis palabras.
Mientras estamos en ese diálogo los demás se acercan a nosotros haciendo la misma pregunta. «¿Dónde está mamá?».
Nuestro hermano mayor trata de calmar la situación tomando la palabra. «Cálmense, cálmense, hermanos. Nuestra madre pronto volverá, debemos esperar y no impacientarnos».
«Y si ella nos ha abandonado, tú cómo nos aseguras que volverá». Mi hermano menor exasperado grita a viva voz, contagiando su impaciencia a los demás.
Una verdadera revolución está a punto de estallar las vocecillas siguen resonando por todo el hogar, se vuelven molestas y cada vez se hacen más agudas, unos brincan y otros corren pidiendo el regreso de mamá.
Yo una vez más asomo la cabeza y miro al horizonte en una súplica constante, en tanto mis hermanos no hacen más que gritar, los sonidos desesperados inundan el hogar y no hay quien ponga orden a esta pequeña discusión.
Mi hermano mayor una vez más toma la palabra, «Hermanos, hermanos, ya basta, debemos calmarnos, nuestra madre está a punto de llegar y debemos guardar orden o seremos castigados».
Por un momento el hogar se envuelve en una tensa calma. Las miradas se cruzan de unos a otros, tal vez esperando tan solo un sonido minúsculo que rompa esa armonía impuesta. Después de unos minutos yo veo en el horizonte una silueta que se aproxima rápidamente, viene tan rápido que parece cortar la luz del sol.
Reconozco el penacho rojo, es mi madre, la esperada. Mi corazón palpita más rápido que de costumbre, mis ojos se abren al máximo de sus cuencas y luego esbozo unas palabras que alborotan el hogar. «Es nuestra madre y viene volando a toda velocidad».
Las palabras calan en los oídos de mis hermanos y la euforia se apodera del hogar, todos gritan sin cansancio, esperando ser escuchados por la madre que está a pocos metros del hogar. Me coloco junto a mis hermanos, uniéndome al coro de súplicas amorosas por la llegada de la más querida.
Llega mi querida mamá con el alimento buscado con tanto empeño. Nos hace señas para que abramos nuestros picos y nos alimenta como solo ella sabe, todos brincamos de emoción y quedamos extasiados al borde del hartazgo. El hogar queda tranquilo por unas horas y nuestra querida mamá descansa juntos nosotros.
Los días pasan sin mucho contratiempo, yo siempre vigilo el regreso de nuestra madre en el mismo lugar y con la misma emoción. Hoy cumplimos con mis hermanos ya muchos días de nacidos, la mayoría nos hemos puesto fuertes y muy saludables. El hogar cada vez se hace más pequeño, pero no me preocupo mamá solucionara el problema.
Ella está junto a nosotros y empieza a actuar extraño, empuja a mi hermano mayor fuera del hogar, todos gritamos, «!No lo hagas, mami!».
Ella hace caso omiso y sigue empujando a mi hermano quien intenta aferrarse con toda sus fuerzas al hogar, rodeamos a nuestra mamá para que deje al hermano mayor, ella es demasiado fuerte y empuja a mi hermano para fuera.
Mi corazón se me detuvo por un momento y un miedo terrible empieza a recorrer todo mi cuerpo. No sé qué le pudo haber pasado a mi cariñosa madre, luego se acerco a otro de mis hermanos, lo empuja al igual que el mayor, él suplica y se aferra a nuestra madre, pero sufre el mismo final que mi hermano mayor.
Quedamos dos y empezamos a correr por el hogar gritando, y las lágrimas que fluyen incontenibles, no entendimos que impulso a mi madre a tirar fuera del hogar a mis hermanos. Después de un rato mi otro hermano cae fuera del hogar y solo quedo yo.
Vi acercarse a mi madre y le suplique que no lo haga. Mis ojos vidriosos ven el terror, después ella me empuja con todas sus fuerzas, quedo perplejo y solo mire aquellos ojos de mi madre que ahora me producen terror, un terror inimaginable, trate de aferrarme al hogar, pero su fuerza es mayor.
Me entregue a mi destino y una suave caricia le di como despedida. Caigo al abismo y mire todo difuso, unas lágrimas se sueltan de mis ojos, pero en ese instante algo me obligo a abrir mis alas y flote. El aire se mueve de entre mis plumas y me lleva hacia ese firmamento azul maravilloso.
Por mi cuerpo fluye una gran sensación de alegría y sentimientos indescriptibles en mi primer vuelo. Surco los aires como un verdadero profesional y las nubes rozan cada parte de mi cuerpo alado, me siento liviano y maravilloso, «¡soy el rey del mundo!», grite a todo pulmón.
Luego veo a mis hermanos jugueteando en el aire, están felices, me llaman y acudo a su encuentro, nuevamente juntos como el primer día. Pasamos mucho rato revoloteando en las nubes hasta que mi madre nos llama. «Vuelvan mis hijos, es hora de comer».
Regresamos al nido, entendiendo lo que nuestra madre nos enseño en ese momento crucial de nuestra vida, ella nos preparo para dejar el hogar y volar muy alto. Todos la abrazamos y le decimos, «Te amamos, mami».
Fin
Edited by Rincón Poético.
Text authored by:
Camilo Torres
DRA
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¡Wow! Me dejaste realmente impresionado con este relato. Me encanta cómo te enfocaste en la experiencia de los pájaros al dar su primer vuelo, en lugar de contar una historia sobre humanos. ¡Es genial! Transmitiste de manera increíble la emoción y la maravilla de ese momento. Realmente disfruté leyéndolo.
Thank you for your beautiful comment, I glad me know that you enjoyed the story. I really wanted to get into the mind of a baby bird and that's where the story came from.
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Un buen relato, al modo de una fábula, donde los elementos de la historia hacen un agradable juego. Saludos, @rinconpoetico7.
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This is a nice take on the prompt, @rinconpoetico7 and started well, keeping the reader intrigued as to what was going on. Once all was revealed, the story seemed to take a more predictable path. It felt like it needed a bit more development, less reliance on descriptive language, and more emphasis on show than tell.
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I loved the way you express in your story what the desperate chicks might feel waiting for their mother and also the fright and fascination of their first flight.
Beautiful story.
Thank you for stopping by and leaving such a beautiful comment. I always wanted to do something in this style and here I started experimenting. I'm glad you liked the story.
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You know, the part where the mother bird starts pushing her babies out of the nest was so intense, I was like, "Whoa, mama bird, slow down!" 😄 But then, it all made sense, it's like she was saying, "It's time to spread your wings, kiddos!" That is tough love because it was important they learn to fly high. Nice story
Sometimes parents have to be hard on their children to make them take important steps of change in their lives. I'm very glad you liked the story.
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How wonderful she taught them how to fly. It'll help them when they least expect it. That's very good.
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I felt in the nest, as if I were one of those chicks, facing fear of the first time it took flight. Only with imagination can one try to understand the feelings of those beautiful creatures.
As always, a very good story.
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Thank you for leaving such a nice comment and enjoyable to read. I'm glad you liked the story and it made you feel what you wrote in the comment.
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You know, the part where the mother bird starts pushing her babies out of the nest was so intense, I was like, "Whoa, mama bird, slow down!" 😄 But then, it all made sense, it's like she was trying to encourage her babies that it was finally time for them to spread forth their wings. Nice story